His parents continued to question him. He didn't know what to say to them since they refused to believe the truth. He explained a
gain and again, and they dismissed his explanation as a figment of his imagination. There was no way that grandpa, who had been de
ad for five years, could have told him where the treasure had been hidden. Of course, it didn't help that grandpa was roaring with
laughter in the chair next to him as he tried to explain once again how he'd found it.
The words hadn't flowed from his fingers for the past few weeks. He never imagined he'd find himself with writer's block, but here
he sat with a blank screen in front of him. That blank screen taunting him day after day had started to play with his mind. He didn't
understand why he couldn't even type a single word, just one to begin the process and build from there. And yet, he already knew that
the eight hours he was prepared to sit in front of his comp
uter today would end with the screen remaining blank.
